Hope chuckles. “Murphy started that as a joke, but I think it’s sticking.”

“Just wait til Grace starts talking,” he mutters.

Heidi drops a heavy bag on the table. “Are you sure you want to go over this now, Hope?”

Hope glances over and checks on Grace before answering. “Now before she wakes up would be good.”

Something pink and sparkly pokes out of Heidi’s bag. Thinking it’s a kid’s toy, I pull it out.

It’s definitely a toy. But not the kind I imagined. Teasing the edge of the bag down lower, I peer inside. “Heidi, do you have a giant bag of vibrators?” I whisper.

Hope chokes and laughs. Heidi’s cheeks turn red and she reaches over to snatch the bag away. “It was a business venture, you know, to earn extra money for the wedding. Then Trinity sold me out to everyone at family dinner, so now I’m providing the club with,” she sneaks a glance at the kids, “products for the whole clubhouse.”

I fall back against the chair, laughing. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in weeks. “Oh my god,” I squeal. “I can picture your brother’s reaction to that.”

“Charlotte made me order stuff for her...for them.” She makes a gagging sound. “Do you have any idea how disturbing that was?” She slides her accusatory gaze Hope’s way. “Never mind my favorite aunt and uncle.”

Hope’s laughing so hard she presses her forehead to the table. “We…we…were…trying…to support your new career path.” She bursts into giggles again after getting the sentence out.

“Do you see what I have to deal with?” Heidi grins as she says it so I don’t think she’s as upset as she wants us to believe. “Ugh, Uncle Sparky asked for like a hundred and fifty,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, “cock rings. I don’t even want to know.”

I catch Hope’s eye and wink at her. “Do you have a catalog, Heidi? I’ll—”

“No way. Uncle Z and Uncle Dex are the only ones who didn’t traumatize me by ordering anything.”

“Ravage didn’t either,” Hope says. “I remember he was quite vocal about his opposition to toys.”

“Well, he had a come-to-dildo moment because he ordered stuff.” Heidi shudders. “I have nightmares about it.”

I choke and sputter on my water and decide to set it down until we finish this discussion.

Hope’s laughing so hard, she wakes Grace, who starts laughing when she sees her mom. “Aww, did we wake you, precious? It’s your Aunt Heidi’s fault.”

“Uh, I’d argue it’s Aunt Lilly’s fault. She poked through my bag.”